Someone asked me offhandedly why I make art, and without thinking about it, I said for the company. I make things I want around me. Wonderfully unusual things ready to take me on momentary flights simply because I looked at them.

I live with my works. You might think I’d be so familiar with them that they wouldn’t surprise me anymore. But my perception is human, so engagement is automatic: my eyes simply flow along the serpentine curves, curiosity invites me to explore the ever-shifting streams of color. Every time I look at these they seem amid motion, winking in and out of solid form.